CoolMusic: Can we get the full "Corcoran, get back here." scene?

Of course, here you are! Thank you for this prompt.

It was actually admittedly a hard chapter to write. Very emotional. But it was very necessary and very powerful and I still enjoyed writing it. Thanks again and I hope you all like it!

With love always, Hayley

Welcome to NYADA Pt.4

Shelby sat cross legged on her bed, her math book opened across her. She growled as she typed into her calculator and got another wrong answer. When she was younger, everyone always made fun of her for being the best at everything. However, math was definitely not her forte.

Cass walked out of the bathroom, having just done her make up, in an admittedly very sexy outfit, ready for her date with the guy she'd been hooking up with, Justin.

Boiling with jealousy, (Shelby had been looking up at Cassie) Shelby turned her attention back to her homework, struggling and erasing and blowing the eraser pieces off of her book to start again.

"Don't wait up," Cassie joked with a wink.

Shelby looked up again and her breath left her. Cass was standing much closer than she was last time she had been looking up. Cass saw a look of discomfort on Shelby's face. Her own heart was racing, knowing what she was doing, but she didn't stop.

"You think it's too much?" she motioned to her outfit.

"Is your objective to get laid?" Shelby asked slightly bitterly, raising an eyebrow and looking back down at her book, trying to focus on the problem. The numbers and letters swirled in her mind; her rage had unfocused her.

A smirk spread across Cassandra's lips at how jealous Shelby was. Maybe that meant she'd make the first move.

No, Cassandra, dammit, you don't want her to make a move. You aren't attracted to her, you're attracted to Justin.

Was she? Or was tonight going to be a total waste of time?

Probably the latter, but damned if she wouldn't try anyways.

"Perhaps." she responded.

"Well then I think your outfit is perfect. Justin will love it."

"Do you?" Cass asked, taking herself AND Shelby off guard. The brunette's eyes widened and she turned her attention away from her book. It wasn't as if she was accomplishing anything anyways.

"Do I what?" she asked, staring blankly at Cassie, trying to look expressionless. She succeeded, though her heart was breaking.

Why did Cassie chose these guys over her?

True, Shelby had never intentionally showed a desire to be with Cassandra in any way, but it was only out of fear. She knew it was her fault that Cassie was available TO be going out with Justin.

"Do you like it?" For once in her life, Cassandra swore she was blushing while talking to a girl. She actually, surprising herself, hoped Shelby was going to say yes.

Shelby blinked a few times, flustered and unsure how to respond. What could she say that wouldn't make her sound too into Cassandra? Finally she said, in a low voice, very sincerely, "You look very beautiful." before shoving her books to the side, getting up off of her bed and going into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Cassandra felt horrible and wonderful all at once. Shelby had called her beautiful, but the poor girl looked so upset and Cassie knew that was probably her fault. She knew she was a horrible person.

But she also knew that a relationship with Shelby would just end poorly-she would just end up hurting Shelby.

And she was admittedly very afraid.

Afraid of the looks and the sneers and the talks. Afraid of what her parents would do if they found out (they had beaten her profusely when she thought she could be gay when she was in high school).

So with a sigh, she fixed her short black leather skirt and called, "Don't wait up."

Shelby responded, her voice nearly cracking, "Why would I?"

Pressing her lips together, Cassie left for her date, leaving Shelby jealous, furious, and scared of what she was feeling.

Leaving her alone with her emotions.

Leaving her trapped.

. . .

She stared at herself in the mirror.

"Get your shit together, Shelby Corcoran." she told herself forcefully. "You don't want her. She was never yours so you don't have a right to be jealous. You're not going to make a move because she doesn't want you. Are those tears glistening in your eyes? Get them out. No. Push the feelings away. Get over yourself. Now."

She sniffed and wiped her eyes and looked back at her reflection.

"You are independent. You are strong. You don't want her. You don't need her. Go out and finish your homework."

With a deep breath, she collected herself, left the bathroom, and returned to her books, throwing herself angrily into her studies.

Why did her emotions always try to get the best of her?

They were HER emotions, they shouldn't be allowed to control her or her body like that.

She told herself, as she looked at the clock five hours later and Cassandra wasn't back, that she didn't care how late Cass stayed out.

But she did. She so did.

. . .

After an admittedly very sweet dinner with Justin, he brought her back to his dorm. His roommate was out for the night.

He smiled at her and she smiled back.

He was a good person. She felt bad for using him to figure out her feelings. Or, at least, to hide her true feelings. She was trying to convince herself that she felt something for this guy.

But when he took his shirt off and she looked at him-he was handsome, no doubt, but it didn't turn her on like she thought it should have. He pulled her close with a small smile and she fell on top of him on his bed but that rush of electricity she was trying to make herself feel...she just couldn't feel it.

But she could tell that he did.

She let him take off her shirt and her pants and flip her over.

The moment was lost to Cassandra as she closed her eyes and tried so desperately to feel SOMETHING. Anything.

She knew it wasn't just this guy she didn't feel something for. He was guy number four she had gone out with to try to convince herself that her feelings, that her heart, didn't already belong to Shelby.

He kissed at her neck and said, "Say my name,"

"Justin," she tried to sound seductive. It must of worked. He worked hard and fast against her. She kept her eyes closed and tried her hardest not to make a sound. A gasp of pain shot out of her mouth and he thought it was a gasp of excitement.

All the better, she assumed.

Just think about Shelby, she told herself. About the way she laughs. About how strong she is. How she doesn't let anything get to her. About how her confidence and brilliance turns you on. About how you wish so desperately that just one of these nights she would change in front of you. Or sleep in your bed with you. Or sleep with you in general.

No, STOP IT. You don't want Shelby.

Justin made some unintelligible noise against her and she sighed.

Yes, you do. You do want Shelby. You want HER to be the one on top of you, kissing you, slowly. Teasing you. Caressing you. Kissing you to make it all better. Taking things slow to make sure she's not hurting you. Cuddling you afterwards.

"Mmm, Shelby," She breathed out, her heart slamming up against her chest. Her eyes shot open, terrified. She realized what she had just done.

Justin had already slowed against her though. At this point he had just been kissing her and cooling off.

He stopped immediately. "Who the hell is Shelby?!" he demanded. "You're thinking about some chick to get off?!"

"No," Cass got her courage and pushed him off of her, quickly dressing, her face red. "No, I didn't say Shelby, what the hell are you talking about?!"

"Then what did you say?!"

She couldn't think of anything fast enough.

"I-uh..."

"Go fuck Shelby then. I don't want to see you again."

Cass felt horrible. She hadn't meant to hurt him. "Justin-"

"GO."

She left, hurriedly, and made her walk of shame back to her dorm room, thankful at least that she would have Shelby there with her. Even if Shelby was mad at her. She wasn't Justin. And she was there with her. And she wouldn't be alone.

She got back to the dorm and threw her key onto her bed and took a deep breath and shut the door. Shelby was listening to her iPod on her bed. She looked over at Cass and took an ear bud out.

"I take it your date went well?" she asked, clearly still frustrated.

Cassie rolled her eyes. All she had wanted while she was with Justin was to be with Shelby and now that she was with Shelby she wanted out. Because damn the woman could be so condescending and it turned Cass on more than she had expected it would.

"Went just peachy," Cass said back, taking her hair down out of it's bun and turning around to see that Shelby had stood up, crossed her arms over her chest, rolled her eyes, and started to walk out the door.

"Corcoran, get back here," Cassie sighed, taking Shelby's arm lightly before she could leave.

Shelby spun around, shocked, still holding the door open. She stared, quizzically into Cassandra's deep, stunning eyes. She could sense that her date had clearly been anything but peachy. She could tell that Cassandra was going through a really rough time and all she wanted to do was fix it and make it better so that she wouldn't hurt anymore.

Cass's breathing was heavy and she stepped closer to Shelby and Shelby's head started spinning. She stepped closer as well and her emotions took over. She reached her arms out and wrapped them around Cassandra, pulling the blonde close and pressing their lips together.

Cassandra moaned at the sudden contact, sending shivers down Shelby's spine. She let her tongue explore Cassandra's bottom lip and Cass pushed Shelby lightly backwards, shutting the door in the process. Shelby jumped up and wrapped her legs around Cassandra, her body throbbing, begging for more.

Breaking away from the kiss for a breath, Cass placed a sweet, seductive kiss on Shelby's jaw, her neck, her chin, her lips.

And then she realized what was happening and broke away, picking Shelby up and setting her back down on the floor, spinning herself around and putting her hand to her mouth.

Sweet Jesus what have I done?!

"I can't believe we just did that."

"Should I not have?" Shelby asked, worried, heart broken, but also feeling the after wave of the kiss rush through her. It had felt so good. And how badly she had wanted to feel that touch...but had Cassandra not wanted the same thing? Then why did she kiss back?

"It was very VERY hot," Cass admitted, catching her breath. She turned around and looked at Shelby, feeling horrible. "But it can't happen again."

"But why-"

"It just..can't. I don't want to hurt you, Shelby."

"You're hurting me now!" she insisted. "Tell me you don't feel something for me too!" she challenged.

"I can't tell you that. I'd be lying," Cass gave a small little half smile. "But I'm damaged, Shelby and if we start something...it'll just hurt you more. I'm sorry."

And with that she locked herself in the bathroom until she knew that Shelby was asleep.